Chapter 7

Ellie

Present day.

“It won't last long. She's growing stronger.”

“What wouldn't last long?”

“She’s supposed to drink from her sire first, before she drinks from a human. The blood thirst will return once the human blood in her system wears off.”

“And that will be when?”

“Couple of hours. Twelve hours max.”

“Then we have to keep feeding it to her. Till…”

“Till when, Murray?...”

It's morning, judging by the quietness and chirping of the forest birds. It's the second time I'm falling into a deep sleep since I returned from Thorx Coven. This time, I dreamt of me with sharp fangs, sucking from the wrist of… fuck… I grew out of my blurry vision. I wanted to search my lips if it was not just me dreaming of what Murray and Manny discussed. With my eyes wild open, I stare at the both of them having a whispering dialogue. I wasn't dreaming. Their words were my reality. I'm being held back by a thick leather belt holding me back to the bed. The clattering noise of the metal of the leather straps brings the focus of the two people present in the room to me.

“She's up, Murray.” The old witch held a staggering young lady close; there was a white cloth tied to her wrist. Was she who I fed from? Did I kill her? Maybe I did, I did feed from her. But I doubt she's dead, she's just weak. “Go speak to your daughter while I take care of this lady.“ Manny gestured to the lady she held on the hip as they made their way out of the room.

“Alright, thanks, Manny,“ Murray said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Ellie, dear,” Murray walked to my side. Once we were alone in the old house, he gave my arm a gentle squeeze. “How are you feeling?” He asked. There would be a lot of things I was feeling, but all will sum up to one.

“I... I feel foreign,”

“Oh, dear,” Murray's brows creased; he drew a metal folding chair close to the wall beside the bed. “You are indeed foreign.” He shakes his head slowly. “Why did he do this to you?” I see tears well up in his eyes. There has never been a day when my godfather shed tears. He was the bravest man I have ever known, but today, I was the cause of the tears I never wished for him to shed.

“Isla went missing a few days ago,” I began to wrap up my lost memories into one, and as I spoke, they became clearer, “I…I went to save her. I had to.”

My godfather held gaze with me, a tear rolled down his cheek, “And all the while we searched for your sister within the Pack, she was never here.”

I tried to haul myself up from the bed, my eyes searched the room before returning to her, “Isla, where is my sister? He said he spared her life. I need to see Isla?”

“Isla is back at the Pack house. She knows nothing about what happened to her. She was compelled.

“Oh my goodness,” My head fell back to the pillow, tears flowed freely from my eyes. This is what I get in going to save my only sister. Murray squeezed more on my arm, “None of what happened to you is your fault, Ellie. You did good to seek your sister's safety. But you should have at least informed me.”

“I had no choice, father.” I sobbed some more, “I wasn't left with any choice,” The Vampire king said in his letter that I should come to rescue my sister alone. If anyone had known about it, either Isla or the person being told, would have been killed. King Vanchure left me no choice.”

Murray took a deep breath and wiped his eyes and wiped mine as well, “I need to go see my sister, get me out of here please.” I struggled to free my arms as I spoke. But my struggling was in total vain. I was held so tight that my arms hurt.

“You can't see her right now, Ellie. Please be calm, so you won't lose the blood you've just fed.”

“Calm? I can't be calm, Murray. My sister is the reason I left Pack house in the first place, I need to see her please. Or you bring her to me, that's if she will want to see me.” My voice dropped at the ending of my statement. With Isla being compelled, I doubt she will want to see me. Although I knew deep down, there was still a part of her that cared little about me, but the part of her that hated the sight of me spoke louder than ever. She'd rather be with her lover than be with me, having to learn what I was now will give her stronger reasons as to why she couldn't see me. My heart is still freshly wounded from Eamonn's rejection. Right now, I'm left with only one person that cared about me, and that was the man in his mid fifties sitting with a worried look beside me, and maybe the old witch, his sister.

“I can't let you leave this place, dear. You are…you're…”

“What? A hybrid? An abomination” I spat out in interjectory.

“To the rest of the Pack, that's what you are, Ellie. They see you as an abomination. A monster. You're the first hybrid ever to be known in Shirlon. You're beyond powerful than you can imagine, and if Eamonn's anger had somehow managed to die out. He will be out to hunt you down. There's nothing I will want more than to see you live. One could only be a monster in heart if he had ordained his path as one. No one is a monster except he makes himself one…” his eyes wells up with tears as he spoke, “...you and your sister are the children I never had, and my love for you both will burn brighter into the darkest day till the day I die.”

His words got right to my heart, he was the only one who could say he loved him and I wouldn't be scared because I knew he meant it from the bottom of his heart. I nodded my head as tears rolled down, wetting the pillow.

Murray sniffled and wiped his eyes, “Isla is in danger at the Pack house, Eamonn could make her life miserable at the Pack house because the sight of her reminds him of you. I need to make sure she's safe, and you safer. Eamonn will by all means want you dead now you're much more stronger than him. You need to keep hiding here if you want to remain alive.”